The Bottom Trainer In The Pokémon World

Chapter 79 Wine and Meat Monk

When leaving the black market.

Xia Yan only had 100,000 Alliance coins left.

In addition to purchasing two tool-type Pokémon, I also bought a lot of Pokémon food, such as advanced energy cubes, moo milk, etc., and prepared some necessities for Pokémon cultivation.

Of course, in addition to these, books have always been his passion.

In the black market, there are many copies of Pokémon knowledge books or information handbooks that the Alliance has banned or discouraged, and he will not miss them.

Finally, some basic communication equipment, similar to mobile phones.

This trip to the black market did not encounter any accidents, nor was it targeted by merchants.

It may be because the smell on his body is too heavy, or it may be that he has not completely changed back from the Contest Condition of wild survival at this time, revealing a chilling and cold atmosphere. Others think he is not a good character to deal with. I didn't even make a move when I grasped it.

In short, when he walked out of the passage inside No. 115 Kelsa Street, he encountered nothing.

However, when he came to the store at 115 Kelsa Street, he saw the old man in charge of guarding the gate who was talking to someone.

into the eye.

When I saw the person who was breaking up with the old man, there was a little surprise in his eyes.

It's not because Xia Yan knew this person, just because of his attire and his behavior.

He was wearing a somewhat messy gray monk robe, with an orange package slung around his waist, a large string of Buddha beads hanging around his neck, and a string of small wood-colored Buddha beads fiddling around in his hands, and the top of his head was bare.

It is not difficult to see from this dress that the person is a monk.

The little monk who was about seventeen or eighteen years old was blushing, his eyes narrowed with a smile, and the huge earlobes on both sides shook as he shook his head.

From a distance, you can faintly smell the faint smell of alcohol.

The voice is very warm when speaking, with a unique voice and intonation.

Wine and meat monk?

"The little monk's string of beads is a treasure from the Bell Tower. It is made of materials that have been blessed by the mythical beast Ho-Oh Sacred Fire. It is sold for 500 yuan, which is really cheap." The little monk tried his best to sell himself. The Buddha beads in his hand look like I won't leave if you don't buy them.

The old man is also tough, and if he says anything, he won't buy it.

"Oh, mythical beast Ho-Oh? I also said that my shoes were blessed by Lugia, the sea god, do you want them? I'll sell them for 400 cheaper!"

"The monks don't lie, the monk is telling the truth, how can you compare with your dirty shoes?"

The little monk was not angry either, always smiling.

"A monk? A monk won't be as drunk as you are." The old man's beard was about to blow.

He had been wrangling with this little monk for almost half an hour, but he couldn't get rid of it.

"You don't understand, this wine is 30% sad and 70% bitter. The little monk is not drinking wine, but this world's suffering." The little monk said sternly.

Xia Yan, who passed by with an expressionless face, couldn't help but paused when he heard the little monk say "three points of sadness and seven points of bitterness".

This little monk has a bit of Zen.

But the old man obviously didn't like this, blowing his beard and Leer said: "Then you said, what are you going to do with the money you sold the beads?"

The little monk closed his palm and erected a Buddha salute in front of him.

"It's time to drink tea and enjoy more human suffering."

Old man: "."

Xia Yan: "."

Xia Yan shook his head slightly self-deprecatingly, and strode away.

So having said so much, in conclusion, it is just that you have no money to sell Buddhist beads for money to buy wine?

I took it for granted that Xia Yan secretly slandered.

After Xia Yan left, the little monk suddenly stopped chattering, turned his head slowly, opened his squinted eyes a little, and looked at the direction Xia Yan left, with a glimmer of light and a hint of doubt in his pure and bright eyes.

"Hey, little monk, what are you looking at?" the old man couldn't help shouting when he realized that the little monk was distracted in the middle of the quarrel.

"Oh, nothing, Xiao Seng just thinks, that person stinks."

Polite Xia Yan: Are you?

After leaving the black market, Xia Yan didn't walk away, but took a taxi.

Target, Silver Pokémon Battle Club!

It all started from there, Tom Ritchie must have left, but there must be something left.

Xia Yan's idea is very simple.

If you have revenge, you will have to avenge it, but if you can't beat it, you will report it after a while when you have the strength.

After being teased for so long by Tom Ritchie as a fool, he wouldn't morbidly feel that the other party was too strong, and he would just be obedient.

That's not rational, that's shaking M.

Paid double the fare to appease the taxi driver's complaints and went to the Silver Pokémon Battle Club again.

The interior decoration has been restored to its original state, and it seems that it has not been affected by the previous Rotto. Even the huge fish tank in the corner has been repurchased, and the water system Pokémon inside is active under the destructive light of day.

Ignoring the strange glances from people passing by him, he strode to the front desk.

He stopped a step away from the front desk.

The light in his eyes flickered under the messy hair, and the shadow of Xing Nai or the Thompachi incident had not completely dissipated.

The receptionist at the front desk was different, with the same tall body, the same pretty appearance, and the same professional quality, but it was not the same taste after all.

Before the busy Hazel could look up to see the person coming, he smelled a sour smell and couldn't help frowning.

When she looked up and saw Xia Yan who was standing in front of her, her professional quality still allowed her to smooth her frown and show a professional smile, but the disgust in her eyes could not be erased.

"Sir, you are."

Xia Yan took out a card and put it on the counter without speaking.

When Hazel saw this card representing the identity certificate of the club's intermediate sparring partner, her expression couldn't help showing a little surprise.

"Please wait."

With a "di", some basic information about Xia Yan was displayed on the computer screen.

"Xia Yan." Hazel silently repeated the name in her heart. The difference between Xia Yan's appearance in the information photo and his appearance at this time was too great.

When I pulled the information to the end and saw that the registered Pokémon was Weedle, I knew it.

With an apologetic expression, he handed the card to the counter in both hands, "Sorry sir, because you have been missing for a month, the club has added a new Weedle Trainer as a sparring trainer, so."

Xia Yan has been missing for one time.

The Silver Pokémon Versus Club certainly couldn't keep that spot empty.

Xia Yan was not surprised by this.

Nodding: "It's okay, but I remember that the club has a rule that when a sparring partner leaves due to Pokémon evolution and many other unexpected circumstances, the sparring partner will have a chance to challenge another sparring partner, and the winner will stay. "

"That's right." Hazel nodded and replied.

So she understood what Xia Yan meant.

"So, are you going to challenge Kakuna's sparring partner? Or still choose Weedle?"

To keep the job, one Pokémon evolves, and another Pokémon continues the job.

All too common.

"No." Xia Yan shook his head.

"That is."

Xia Yan's eyes flickered.

"Beedrill."

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The third is here! I'm going to code the fourth shift right away—

(End of this chapter)